Van Gogh Skies

Rain coming in. Warmer than it has been but it feels cold. Oh, well.

Talked to my boy last night, which made me feel much better. He has left the farm for a job in the BIG city (yes, that big city) working construction. The dairy economy is ugly and the money is there, not here. I comfort myself knowing that farmers like us feed them all, all those busy, scurrying city folk, crammed together down there, hurrying around.....every pizza, every coffee with half and half, every French Fry or Big Mac....wouldn't be there without the people who work the land. It helps to know.

And so on we go.

New Milkers

Cold and sunny. Much better than normal for December so I won't complain even though I would love to. (Now I know why winter baths were so unpopular back in the day.)

Cows are holding milk production at an even keel. I would prefer that they were going up, but steady is a lot better than down. Can't wait to get Carlene and River in the tank. They are both milking well.

River had a little mastitis problem when she freshened so has been being treated appropriately. Will be off her milk withhold (as in dumped down the drain) pretty soon. Another test to be sure her infection is all cleared up and then she will go in Liz's milking string again.

With Carlene we just have to wait until her colostrum is all gone (it goes to her baby calf, Carolina) and then she will have a test to make sure her milk is clean and good. Then she will be added to my milking string. Which is pleasing indeed.

With some cows you just rejoice when they dry off for their annual six to eight week dry period (vacation from milking while waiting to have a new calf.) Others you can't wait to get back in your line. Carlene is one of the latter.

Stay warm and dry!

It's a Beautiful Morning

Bad news first. Alan built us a nifty heating device, which although it doesn't really warm the house, does allow me to get the chill off a couple of times a day and to dry the place out a little.

The 55-gallon barrel, upon which its function is based, sprang a leak this morning. Not a bad leak so I am going to try to get one more warm up out of it before we drain it so the hoses don't freeze or the pump burn out...he is in NJ so he won't be able to repair it. Frustrating.

Now the good part. It is blissfully sunny and still for a cold December day. Every animal that is outdoors is standing with their sides turned to it, just soaking it in. Cats. Cows. Every single heifer, all just loving the sunshine, among the frosty everything.

Basking.

Reveling in their quiet, comfortable way.

I basked a bit myself while watching a Northern Mockingbird sneak around the yard, thinking I couldn't see his secret self. What a wonderful bird...funny how flamboyant he is in summer time when he is guarding his territory and now so silent and hidden. He would slap his long tail from side to side and peer down at me from various perches, here in the spruce, there in the lilacs. He was sure that I couldn't see him.

Silly critter. I am the same me that he landed right next to all summer, and practically posed for the camera begging to be photographed. What's up with that?

All the other birds are out as well and have been since daybreak when I went out to see to that little stove. At one point geese were flying one way, a clutch of brown-headed cowbirds another, robins everywhere, juncos, titmice, chickadees and a handful of gold finches all hurrying around grabbing breakfast. A few crows were shuttling back and forth and the red-tailed hawk sat fluffed on his feet in the cottonwoods down by the river.

My heart is warm even if my hearth is not. Have a good one everybody.

PS, one of my favorite cows, Carlene, a Duregal Astre Starbuck daughter, had a heifer calf by Leadfield Columbus yesterday. Can't wait until her milk is ready to go in the tank and I can start milking her again.

Update: the boss says it is just frost melting off the barrel. Since it isn't dripping at the moment he may be right. Sure hope so!

Sunday Stills...Happy Anniversary

This turned out to be a very hard one, not because of the subject matter, which is one of my favorites, but because of goings on around the place. However, here is Simon the Seismo-cat, perched on the garden pond looking for a drink.

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BTW, a big thanks to Linda and Ed for keeping this going for three wonderful years! I spend every single week thinking about how I am going to meet each challenge. Some are really hard, some are fairly easy, but one thing they all are and that is fun!

Mom

I know I have written a lot about my dad's influence on the direction of my life...it has been great and significant and I love him for it. (BTW he is facing a serious health issue right now and your prayers would be much appreciated.)

However, I don't think I have ever said enough about my mom. Her influence was different. Rather than leading us to who we were going to be, she saw who we already were and supported us in our directions...helped us become who we needed to be.

Christmas was a big time for that. Mom always loved Christmas. I shudder to imagine how hard she had to look to find middle brother that first guitar...but he was and is and always will be a music guy and she helped him on his way there...didn't say too much...didn't take any bows for her cleverness, just did it.

And when we were small she worked at Sears. Thus, the natural sciences kid...that was me...got a microscope and dissecting kit one Christmas (along with life-sized ready to paint bird models...gold finch for me and barn swallow for brother I think.)

I can remember the kitchen table at the old house on 5S (another frigid farm house like this one where we learned all about cold too)with all that stuff spread out all over, probably making a huge mess that someone else (mom no doubt) had to clean up.

I can't remember which critter I dissected first...sloppy job, hadn't a clue...or what we peered at through that microscope...but they were part of a wide open door to today and meant a lot to me. And when it came time in college to dissect this and that I was the only girl in the class not bothered (of course working for a veterinarian from the time I was fifteen may have had something to do with that too.)

It was always thus. Mom did try a few dolls on me. Barbie mine rode Michael's race cars down the ramp in the garage. But mostly she got the whole horse thing and I had dozens of plastic ones to love.

I guess if dad was the rock star of our youth, then mom was the back up singer....and ever the rock...where we all were anchored. Love you mom and dad...hope everything turns out fine and happy.

Change

Can be for the best...but it is almost always painful. Hard things can be the right things...but they still hurt.

Liz had to put her old gelding down yesterday, the right thing to do, the right time to do it, but so hard for her. It hurt just to know how sad she was....is....

I didn't want to watch or know about the taking off of the halter and the hurtful, sad, goodbyes, but it was all right there.

Poor Liz, who loved him.

Poor Jack who is devastated without his buddy.

Poor sad, old horse.

RIP Tyler. You were a beautiful boy.

Poetry

This dog "hates" cats...can't you tell?Old Mike used to have to punish him for trying to kill them. Either he has learned his lesson or mellowed with old age.

I can remember being a kid, sitting at a hard wooden desk in a classroom over in Fonda, and meeting Kipling for the first time. Still love Kipling, the Maltese Cat being my favorite....though not a poem.... Anyhow, I ended up loving at least some poetry, fashionable as it was to hate it back during those school days.

I especially love this kind of poetry. Don't know what the form is called, having been more interested in the stories in school than in the rules and regulations (haven't changed much I fear.)

But I love those firmly marching poems that pull you right in and bring you along to the end and leave a satisfied smile on your face. Go, read about a ranch Christmas, and smile your own self. (Thanks, Jinglebob)

And have a great day!

Blue Jay

Came across this really neat link while reading Cornell's bird stuff on FB. Isn't this guy just the coolest thing you ever saw?

There's a Full Moon Over Tulsa

I hope that it's shining on you....."

Well, actually it's a waxing gibbous and it's raining and it's NY, but I still love the song. Sold a couple of cows yesterday, very painfully, as one was Alan's old show cow, Bayberry, who has been a fixture here since he was thirteen. We let him choose when or if. She was nearly two years in milk and we just could not get her bred no matter what we tried. She was getting mean and beating up on the other cows.....

It was hard, but so is the economy. The cows that stay behind have to eat and be cared for and every input has tripled in price over the past few years We used to use $200 a ton as the top price we would pay for premium grain. Hah! Them days are gone.

Would be nice to just have kept her forever, but we couldn't. At least beef prices are indeed as crazy-high as word on the street has been saying. A lot of farmers were selling as the line of trucks stretched all around the auction barn and down the road. Reminds me of the stories I was hearing of sale barns down in the drought area a couple of months ago.

Thanks to drought in Texas, and Oklahoma a severe shortage of feed, problems in several South American countries etc. beef may turn out to be in short supply in a bit.

Any road, we are keeping our bull calves and steering them. We are going to be real short of feed ourselves, but for dairy farmers we raise pretty good beef. We are thinking we will sell a bit, retail, USDA inspected, cryovacced, real good stuff. We have in the past and folks have liked it real well.

Got a steer ready to go right now. Anybody interested?

Lyme Disease

Watch out this fall. It is warm and wet and ticks abound. So far our boy was bitten by three ticks...at least...while hunting and is on doxycycline for it. Now the dog has the disease and it taking it too.

Lyme is no joke...bad, bad stuff. Thankfully that dreaded bulls eye rash left the boy within a day or two after he began his meds. Alas it is none too kind to his tummy so he is dealing with that, but worth it.,

Nick, the dog, got a tick, was limping a little on the front leg one day and could barely stand by the next. I had to help him out of his crate and balance him to go outdoors. He would just collapse and look sad, he hurt so bad.

Fortunately within a day after he began the medicine he was back to walking a bit and now he is just a bit lame.

Meanwhile he has become outrageously spoiled. Someone felt sorry for him and carried him to a spot in front of the electric heater. As soon as he could walk again it became his favorite venue.

And treats. He wouldn't eat...too much pain I'm sure. So he was plied with animal crackers and potato chips and biscuits (the baked, fluffy people kind, not the hard crunchies for dogs). Now he scorns the dog food....ah, well, he'll get over that soon enough.

(Can't thank the fine medical professionals who prescribed the meds enough.)

Meanwhile, please watch out for those awful ticks!

Danger

My parents' next door neighbor was tragically killed by a car a couple of weeks ago. Shock waves rippled through the area....he was a fixture...someone everyone knew and liked and his kids were best friends with my younger brother when we were young. We all visited a lot when we were kids and played backyard football and all and ran in and out of each other's houses tame. The accident was horrible and made worse by some pretty tasteless newspaper coverage.

There were phrases like "pedestrian error" and such bandied about, but those of us who visit that area or grew up on that awful road know better. Cars fly along that straightaway like they were climbing the curves at a speedway.

Just getting the mail at my folks' house or pulling out of their driveway is an exercise in fear (yeah, all right I AM kind of timid but still....)

Now this happened to the very house where my folks' neighbor lived. And the house is not real near the road or anything.There are rumors of drag racing.

I think it's time for some folks in uniforms to enforce the speed laws out there....just sayin'.

Sunday Stills...Backlit

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Sneak Attack

Sneak attack! Look out!!!! It's a deadly, dangerous, eyes-in-front predator!

Get her!

The cows were all turned out and waiting by the gate to be let up into the field to eat. I was just finishing up pushing up feed to Scotty, who stays in, and the bull and the steers and the big calves, when the dreaded Athena trotted down the barn aisle working hard at rat patrol.

Milwaukee saw her first. A predator! Oh, noes, and right in the barn too.

Big M lowered her head and hooked and snorted at the deadly threat so close before her. Towanda took up the cry, storming and stomping her feet and kicking her heels at the ceiling.

Next Cinnamon, Boondock, Brianna and Bling. Chrome and Lamborghini, Corolla and Pumpkin, all dashing, all dancing, all banging stalls and cupboard doors. Crash! Clatter! Kaboom and kabang.

Athena paused by the big pen and looked back in disgust. She is just an old barn cat and about as dangerous to those silly calves as air .

Meanwhile, they all shook their heads and snorted happily and stood around puffing and blowing. Another enemy vanquished and before breakfast too. Tuff girls one and all.

With the Sun

Come pictures

In the Misty Morning Fog

With our hearts a thumpin'

Well, kinda sluggishly....but they are thumping. Alan rigged up his mini-boiler again yesterday. Too soon to know how much heat it will provide, as it has to be uncoupled and unplugged when not actually working....and no one wants to stay up all night feeding it. Time will tell.....hopefully it will tell us we are warm.

Shiverish but Sunny

It is. Down into the mid-twenties last night, making it a very pleasant thing to turn on the electric heater this morning. It is tiny and it labors mightily to take the edge off the cold in the kitchen. Just now it is my best friend.

Not much of great interest happening here. We milk the cows. We feed the cows. Then we milk the cows and feed the cows. Somewhere in between the boss cleans the barn and fixes a seemingly never ending string of broken water bowls.

Feeding them with wheelbarrows is getting old fast, but on the other hand it is getting the fat old lady into shape, being wheel-barrower in chief and all.

There is a big wheel barrow. There is a little wheel barrow.

The boss brings down a bucket load of haylage with the skid steer and dumps half into them. He takes the big one and I take the little one and we distribute largess to the ladies.

Then he dumps in the other half of the load and I feed out both while he gets another bucket full.. It is heavy. There are ramps. There are cow heads reaching and slamming and grabbing on all the corners and ramps as everybody wants theirs NOW.

However, I find a very positive side to me doing at least some of the feeding. I actually know all the cows, who is dry, who is milking hard, which are still growing heifers that need a little extra, and I adjust their dinners accordingly.

Scotty gets a great big pile.....

And Lemmie, and Camry, and Blitz and Mandy....Not so much Zinnia, who is almost dry and about the size of a pick up truck. I KNOW that when they get their morning feed outdoors she stomps around and grabs more than her share.

I won't say that this has increased milk production, but they were dropping really fast and now the slide has stopped and they are holding. Works for me.

That Ain't Chicken Feed

"This is my own tiny kitteh bed....to you it may be a paper towel,

but to me it is special..."

Photo by Alan

A representative of a local fish and game club brought me some bird seed today...read the Farm Side late in summer about the shortage of high price of sunflower seeds...and just brought me some seed. Isn't that the sweetest thing?

Thank You

Global Warming. Not too bad here so far, although it is supposed to chill later in the week. I will take every passing warm day we get and rejoice!

Been reading in the local paper about all the hooligans being arrested for assorted crimes against wildlife and private property.

Imagine what would happen if they really got out there after them. They could balance the state budget in a wink. The boys caught two trespassers in one hunting trip here, both in full cammo, and there are more every day...just can't chase them all due to the whole having to work thing.

Wish the DEC would catch our band of outlaws for us. Alan went up in the field to have a look around yesterday and found that some yahoo with a pick up truck rutted a couple of new seeding hay fields all to heck...big fixit job there I guess.

They had to drive over rocks and trees and through a whole darned hedgerow to get in, right past a posted sign. Guess they poached a deer off us and were too lazy to drag it out.

Remember Melamine?

There's a talking head on my lawn

Another pet threat from China...Pet treats killing dogs....

Conservation Reserve

Has anyone had experience with putting land into the CRP program for wetlands? Any thoughts? Any problems selling property later?

Thanks in advance.

Sunday Stills...Bokeh

I have used this before, but it is an accidental example I think

I did what I could with this, but it is a bit beyond my abilities....maybe more than a bit. Here is the definition of Bokeh. I actually have a few examples of accidentally getting this right in the past, but alas, they are on the dead computer in the dining room.

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Leftovers

Lichen, not leftover, but it could have been

Some people dread them and whine and complain about the too much food thing. Hah, no such thing. No way no how. Personally I am very fond of them. It is wonderful to finish up the day and know the only cooking I have to do is to pull those wonderful square plastic tubs the boss bought me out of the fridge, pile them on the table and point the family at the microwave.

Here is someone who has scientific ideas about how to handle them.

I really like his thinking......of course he is the editor of the paper that runs the Farm Side....but, still, I really like his thinking. Kind of on a been there, done that sort of level.

***Here is another just put up today. Pretty darned inspiring.

Farm Side Freebie Friday

Right here.

Outlaws

Yesterday while the bird was browning and the women were working on the side dishes, the younger men folk went a-hunting.

While perched in the pasture tree stand, Bubba had a close encounter of the turkey poo kind. See, Alan spooked them up and they flew right over him...they had been eating grapes by the way. Guess you could call it the purple badge or courage...or really badges plural.

They did see some deer, but mostly they saw poachers. One guy had innocently wandered across the property line so Bubba just guided him back out to where he actually had permission to hunt.

The other one saw Alan and took off running.

Uphill.

We are quite well supplied with uphill.

However, Alan's new job entails thousands of critters rather than a few dozen and he sees a lot of action every day.

What makes a forty-something guy think he can outrun a rake-skinny farm boy who wrestles beeves and calves and bulls and dairy cows for a living ?

He couldn't. He didn't. After the kid chased him up hill and down dale for a while, and hiding in the bushes didn't work out well for him, (he was in full cammo..clever lad) he finally stopped.

Then he claimed to be an officer of the law and thus had a right to sneak around our posted farm in cammo and run away from rightful landowners and all. Or so he thought. Our former student of the laws of fisheries and wildlife explained the realities of the game and trespass laws and escorted him to a convenient boundary line.

Th two of them flat messed up the hunting for the boys so they came home and ate turkey. Don't know where the "cop" went, but as long as it wasn't on our land it will be okay.

Thankful

Light of dawn, like silky smoke, slides in from all sides as if it has forgotten east.

Cats clamor. Sate them with kibbles.

Put out bird seed.

Dog dances, ear scratches,

Sunday morning silence on a Thursday in November.

Chores will soon be finished.

Rest and be thankful.

Wishing each and all of you a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday from all of us at Northview Dairy Farm. Hope your day is all you wish it to be.

When the Going Gets Cold

Mappy in Shadow

The cold go shopping. It was just miserable here yesterday. Atmosphere and temperature both. So Liz took Beck and me shopping for a turkey and everything that goes with it.

It was warm in the store. People were remarkably friendly and smiley and nice.

And it was warm. I have never enjoyed shopping more.

Now there are yams in the oven and celery and onions on the stove and it at least smells warm in here.

Hope you all have a terrific day tomorrow.

PS a certain grumpy someone just came home with an itty bitty electric heater. Maybe I should smile at him.

Arggghhhhh

Nuff said

Twin Cousins

Susurrus Samaras

Out on the porch watching the dog, who knows better than to stray, better than to bother heifers, better than to harass horses or chase chickens, or fight with cats, but not better than to avail his delicate-tummied border collie self of deer innards, (which will be removed TODAY or my name isn't mom.)

Something makes a soft, sweet, swishing sound, like pattering rain drops falling down.

What could it be?

The sky is cool slate grey, with milky yellow undertones, not a drop in sight or sound.

Mr. Half moon is sliding through the branches of the box elder tree that is playing host to that same deer.

It is pretty out, and kind of warm too, all things (like November for example) considered.

What is that sound?

Barely a puff of breeze ruffling the samaras on the box elder as it whooshes by. How sweetly sibilant.

Sunday Stills....Portraits

Shavings and all

Not pigeon-toed, just frozen that way staring at something

People portraits proved impossible. Thus, Nick, being a border collie and Jack, looking for noms. Best I could do, sorry.

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First

Doe permit=filled

Update

The good news is a couple of warm (ish) days in the offing. The not-so-good news is, that although at least the factory did not condemn the wood boiler, it will take around six weeks for them to get it repaired.

Maybe more.

Hopefully less.

(It is in Wisconsin now. If any of you live there and happen to see it, tell it hi for me and that I miss it.)

Six weeks ain't much in the grand scheme of things except when it is six weeks of November and December in the Northeast. Then the death of the oil burner becomes a bit of a crisis.

Only to us though. The boss has spent hours on the phone trying to track down a new firebox for the old wreck to little avail. Everyone wants to sell us a new furnace. Yep got those thousands of bucks sitting right here. Hard enough to find the cash to pay for repairs to the wood boiler, but dang, how are we going to do it twice!

Little brother had a thought. We have a small propane furnace in another location. Might could be that it can be installed in our living room or somewhere to hold off just the actual freezing thing for the next few weeks. Kind of hard to pursue it on the weekend but it is high on the agenda for next week.

Meanwhile, I have been reminded that I have been cold before. It is more comfortable to forget moving to an ancient farm house when I was 8 and heating with antique coal stoves. We were never warm, but we survived. I can remember huddling next to the stove in near darkness (lord only knows why we didn't have good lights, but it seemed like it was always dark there) reading and putting off going to bed in those icy upstairs bedrooms.

Then moving to my grandparents summer camp in January. Unheated. Sticking a stove pipe out the window for a little sheet metal stove designed to heat maybe a shoe box. "Burning" wet, dripping wood. (Burning is a euphemism for striking a lot of matches and trying to light the paper under the pile of soggy junk then watching it steam while we froze.) That was the cold of despair. I have never been so cold. I didn't know then how to get warm without proper heat.

That is when I learned to really build a fire though. When we bought the wood boiler the man who installed it was astonished how fast I got it up to operating temperature. Heck I had dry wood.

Anyhow, we are getting by. It stinks to be this cold and I fear for my house plants, but we are surviving. And it's warm in the barn.

This Week's Farm Side

Can't link to it this time, not on the freebie pages. However it is about one of my favorite authors, Ralph Moody.

And story (or storey) poles, both farmer version and government version. Gotta love the contrast. (be sure and scroll down on the latter to see the photos.)

Awakened

Got mud?

Yup...snow too, this AM

By a certain individual who has to arise at three to milk someone else's cows. Good that you are making money, but the rest of us don't need to get up at that hour ....just sayin....

I am actually comfortable though. Hot water bottle (two liter soda bottle heated in the microwave) in the back of my chair. Blankets in the chair too...nice and cozy. Oven on for about ten minutes with a pan of hot water inside (scented with cloves and cinnamon of course). Ran the shower for a minute to let out a bit of steam. Amazing how fast you get used to the cold. I worry about my house plants though.

Proof that Magic Exists

Right here.